Poetry

We are just too smart
We work and strive with all our heart
We earn our money and are so prosperous
All our resources just for us
All the food our bellies can hold
All the silver, all the gold
Then we die of a strange disease before it is spent
Wondering where it was that our lives went
Abundance and indulgence our only wish
What on earth did we truly accomplish?

We have such strange diseases
From indulging in all that pleases
Pills that mute our desperate cries
Thick hamburgers, crispy fries
Lungs that fail at an alarming rate
Hearts that struggle after each full plate
All the latest inventions and machines
Remote controls and gadgets to clean
Then at the gym we step quickly on a stair
That never ends but goes nowhere
We pay those hard earned dollar bills
To ride on a bike that is sitting still
Sweating in air conditioned comfort
While carefully reading the latest stock report

We create all new ways
To spend the time we have made in our days
Drugs and sex for sale, expensive pampered pets
Spas to relax and help us forget
Watch overpaid men play with a ball
Buy clothes we donít need at a shopping mall
Play stations, Internet, videos and portable CDís,
One zillion channels on a big screen TV
And still the children whine because they are bored
Annoy you and spill the drink you just poured.
Wonder why with all we have there is still such a void
Is the unthinkable plausible? Do we truly need The Lord?
The thought leaks in, then wades resolutely, although embryonic
What we need is already paid, absolutely free, how ironic.